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nick wiz - hennessy lyrics

nick wiz ft. nautilus + “hennessy”
[emcee(s): kaos and mad]
[producer(s): mad]
[co+producer: nick wiz]

[hook: samples] (x4)
“hennessy everywhere”
“chill on the block with cognac, cold strap” + sample from nas + “memory lane (sittin’ in da park)”

[verse 1: kaos]
yo, i can feel
the aggravation when i’m walking the bricks
meditated animation on the thought that conflicts with the
predecessor or whatever pressure forever stresses
something that i just stated got me f+cking frustrated (sh+t!)
i be kaotic with the culture and tendency to
assault you with chemistry, drown my ulcer in hennessy
the extra smooth i do—in fact, that’s my usual
flip scriptures that amuses you on b+tches acting juvenile
(i tease ‘em a lot) when i got ‘em on the spot, though my
problem didn’t stop ‘cause condom didn’t pop
it’s more than that. ignore the fact that my
six+figure’s grief+stricken ‘cause b+tch n+ggas keep sh+tting
think i cooperate with destiny? find a
proper way or recipe to stop the hate that’s stressing me
you know my math—keep my path in sight or spend
half the night bullsh+tting off half a pint
give me a gallon and i’m wilding
be copacetic and intricate, no pathetic predicaments
and feel at ease when adrenaline drops
d+ck be harder than the trees on the timberland box
start remembering spots i’m delivering, pops
shadyville, fort [?], and shivering cops
when i plot that course, this’ll stop that call
thank god ‘cause he got that off. hennessy everywhere
[hook: samples] (x4)
“hennessy everywhere”
“chill on the block with cognac, cold strap” + sample from nas + “memory lane (sittin’ in da park)”

[verse 2: mad]
m+a+d’s buzzing. what’s the liquor in my orifice?
(hennessy, kid, the official drink of nautilus)
i lead it to the neck, let it overflow the brain, getting
cheers in the liquor store, they all know my name. it’s a fact
i embrace the cognac or the h
reminiscing of perry mason when cracking a case. lay the blame
on pop dukes—when i was young, he made me take a swallow
now i drink it from a barney thermos or a baby bottle
even in an earthquake, mad wouldn’t spill a bit
skip a day, fourth to the sixth ‘cause i k!ll a fifth
always pack a half+pint ‘cause me and my liver beefing
instead of an offering, a shot glass i’ll give a deacon
my mind’s in slow+mo—call me loco ono
amped off gravediggers, throwing bottles at po’+po’

[interlude: nautilus]
kaos: yo, you got it f+cked up, kid. get back to the subject at hand
mad: aight, yo, aight
kaos: aight

[verse 3: kaos]
aight, let me chill ‘cause the vibe is at ease. mother nature
looked us out, eighty+five with a breeze. i peeped
the tricks and the flirts with the splits and the skirts
hennessy and chambo’, magic like orlando
i’ll have the bartender giving shots like commando
i’ll make the bar my playpen from sunrise to sunset
i know when to say, “when,” when you say there’s none left
there’s liquid heat in february, no chaser necessary
hennessy, kid
[hook: samples] (x4)
“hennessy everywhere”
“chill on the block with cognac, cold strap” + sample from nas + “memory lane (sittin’ in da park)”

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